| The men in my life He awoke early each morning long before the sun came up And into the gray freezing dawn he would go to take his place on the iron giant that he loved. And every evening he�d come home and take his place as the gentle loving patriarch of the family that he loved only slightly more than his trains. A quiet man not giving words to the feelings he possessed but showing his love in every action he took A slight man.. yet in my childhood eyes I see him as a large imposing figure . the gentle giant in my life My father There were five of them all tall in stature. And many years older than I� almost another generation removed And yet they were so much a part of my childhood that its hard to think we didn�t grow up together. . The little sister in this vast family of brothers They teased me and sheltered me and tormented and loved me.. And in their eyes and in their esteem I believed that I could reach for the stars and dance on the moon If the choice were mine. Through the years I met many men.. The friends the lovers, the husbands, the sons, the enemies. The brothers of my soul.. Every shape size and personality. And in each of them I drew something that shaped my life .. Like a funnel cloud that gathers a piece of everything it touches. From one I learned not to take life so seriously that you forget that life can indeed be funny. From another I leaned that sadness and goodbyes were also a part of loving and learning and that it sometimes meant another door was opening. From yet another I learned that I could be unique and special and not feel isolation at not following the masses. From many I learned joy.. from some I learned pain.. and from a few I learned humility .. From a few I leaned the simple pleasures of life, holding a hand, laughing, singing, holding a child. And I learned about love. From a couple, I learned about spirituality and faith.. and that the most important man in my life lived two thousand years ago. I learned who could be.. who I wanted to be.. who I was.. and am. Some sweet memories. Some very painful ones but always something to hold on to ... and learn from Sweet life lessons for which I am profoundly thankful for.. And blessed eternally by the men in my life. |
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